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feel free to have this archived once ya read it! ^^;. 349 words.
Cwmfen... was that creature's daughter? It shocked her at first, but of course, of course it was possible for such a thing to happen... Tokyo had given birth to Buttface, after all, the horrible terrible creature, the replica of his terrible awful father. And Raphael, Raphael was technically also the father of Princess, much as this Dahlian might loathe to think of such a thing. Unfortunately in reproduction there was always more than one parent, and it was a flip of a coin, roll of the dice to figure out where a personality was going to come from. It was all up to chance, and in her sleepy, pain-addled state, she found that pun really funny, because of course the problem was that it wasn't up to Tokyo Chance.
She worried briefly about Cwmfen, but rapidly afterward recollected the spear-point against her throat... No, the woad-marked female could take care of herself. So worry transition instead into minor annoyance. Why couldn't Cwmfen just deal with him instead of letting her pack members get beat on for something that had nothing to do with them? Tokyo almost wanted to actually say something on that note, but her mouth felt stuffed with cotton, and opening it and forming words and all that shit that went into talking just seemed like an awful, terrible amount of work.
She was moved to her bed, wincing at the light friction against her wound in the process, whimpering one more time as a result. But as soon as she was in bed, as soon as it became okay to finally finally sleep, her eyelids fluttered close and Tokyo fell asleep to continued murmurs of the dark female, unconscious before Cwmfen had even finished giving the request to do so. Shortly afterward, unbeknown to the wounded female, Princess returned. She hadn't actually been able to catch anything, (not that she was trying too hard), and after a few brief words were exchanged with the departing Adonis, Princess curled up beside her mother, staring at the bright white bandage in the darkness until she too drifted off to sleep.
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feel free to have this archived once ya read it! ^^;. 349 words.
Cwmfen... was that creature's daughter? It shocked her at first, but of course, of course it was possible for such a thing to happen... Tokyo had given birth to Buttface, after all, the horrible terrible creature, the replica of his terrible awful father. And Raphael, Raphael was technically also the father of Princess, much as this Dahlian might loathe to think of such a thing. Unfortunately in reproduction there was always more than one parent, and it was a flip of a coin, roll of the dice to figure out where a personality was going to come from. It was all up to chance, and in her sleepy, pain-addled state, she found that pun really funny, because of course the problem was that it wasn't up to Tokyo Chance.
She worried briefly about Cwmfen, but rapidly afterward recollected the spear-point against her throat... No, the woad-marked female could take care of herself. So worry transition instead into minor annoyance. Why couldn't Cwmfen just deal with him instead of letting her pack members get beat on for something that had nothing to do with them? Tokyo almost wanted to actually say something on that note, but her mouth felt stuffed with cotton, and opening it and forming words and all that shit that went into talking just seemed like an awful, terrible amount of work.
She was moved to her bed, wincing at the light friction against her wound in the process, whimpering one more time as a result. But as soon as she was in bed, as soon as it became okay to finally finally sleep, her eyelids fluttered close and Tokyo fell asleep to continued murmurs of the dark female, unconscious before Cwmfen had even finished giving the request to do so. Shortly afterward, unbeknown to the wounded female, Princess returned. She hadn't actually been able to catch anything, (not that she was trying too hard), and after a few brief words were exchanged with the departing Adonis, Princess curled up beside her mother, staring at the bright white bandage in the darkness until she too drifted off to sleep.
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